Inner Struggle Anger, impatience, restlessness, desire Are still the companions of my day and night; Anchored doubts repeal the circle of light And veil the Face I know that calls me higher.

In The Mother's Arms.htm In The Mother's Arms What then I missed in her might now I see A force of love that seemed too true be, Her divine inspired utterances unfold, As her gentle beauty moves on feet of gold. Impressioned child with God's pure seal of love On earth secured with arms outstretched above, A quiet fire guided as it were Alone yet one in wonder and in Her.

The Supreme Shakti She moves in stellar wonder through the years I cannot follow for the broken heart is spent, Yet whole could not the heritage of tears Requite nor to sublimer chords give vent. On will the march millennial proceed And so the young who in Her wake enview The miracle that is and is decreed, Will hear His call and build the earth anew.

Half-Conscious Progress - March 25, 1972 Abrupt beginnings end as soon Hardly is a new prayer won Oceanic forces blind thy sun And morning quickly fades to noon. Still the spark of truth ignites, A warrior springs to greet each day, The flower fields in massed array Perform with him the sacred rites. Unconscious of immortality He draws the dreams of God in sand Describes the future with erring hand Threading the fabric of destiny.

Aditi - March 24, 1972 When near Thee with impassioned heart Thy arms outstretched in Grace to me My gratitude did fill each part And all my failures fell by Thee. My worthless hands replied in kind To reach their awkwardness to Thee Then touched and held the moment blind, My forehead bowed upon Thy knee. From silence came the voice to say, "Thank you, Mother", a simple phrase Mid a golden smile through a golden ray I rose fulfilled in Thy diamond gaze. Adit

Prayer to the Lord of Our Being - April 8, 1972 Flow harmonious through this wanting frame Breath, Force, Power, Lord inspire, By God driven, deep this soul's desire, Deep though too this senseless love of dusk. Firm this faltering will, all dark descry. I hear from some rare avenue beyond Footfalls of unearthly astonishment Breaking out the splendour of the sky. Stay my hour, Lord, that I may see Awakened children break destruction's grasp, Bridge the lacuna dividing us from thee And bear the body of the morning

To Her Alone I Pray May 18, 2014 Beyond the faint horizon of the mind The soul in secrecylayundisclosed. I could but see it in the light outlined, A form that seemed so calm, composed, As if the world was held within its vast Embrace and nothing could touch and nothing mar The sanctity it held from ages past In lives it lived in some forgotten star. Is it me, I wondered, or some fragment dream Or figment of the busy mind's caprice, And yet I knew it me, the world did seem So small and one life but a puzzling piece On a canvas of the future world's desire. And then I woke and felt the inner fire Alive and burning all

Mockingbird Morning August 4, 2014 A mockingbird morning and all the world a song. I wake to the cardinal and his joyous call, The hawk in a pinpoint sky calls loud and long, Such beauty here, how can we hold it all? The iris bear their crowns of victory As I walk among the roses deep in prayer And breathe the fragrance of the peony And taste the sweetness of the morning air. A day will come when beauty on earth shall reign And we who wander here still robed in night Shall wake to Truth and know ourselves again And walk most consciously the paths of light.

Hold God Tight May 16, 2014 Now the flowers comfort me In the piercing sorrow of my soul, A song-bird trills its melody As summer leans into the fall. Winter here is beautiful With bracing cold and drift of snow. The Lenten roses break the lull Of sleeping rose while fierce winds blow. I must wake to another Spring Of beauty more than eye can see But progress is another thing Is there still capacity For inner change towards the Light, To cling to truth and hold God tight.

A Simple Prayer Aug. 31, 2014   The little that I give of me Shall by thy grace increase For I am meant for none but thee My labor shall not cease. An instrument awakened now To all that must be done That truth may reign and night shall know The radiance of thy sun. The ages called to thee, "Come down", The earth in sorrow weeps, Evil's tenacity has grown And man unconscious, sleeps Unknowing as the golden day Grows brighter in the east; Our hearts shall bear the brilliant ray That kills the raging beast. When all thy work on earth is done Let me serve thee still, To live in thee, fo